As autumn comes in slowly
pushing the summer sun out of the way
and the show off trees take to the weathered catwalk
to display their colours under a cold sun.
They flirt with breeze to lay a coloured carpet
on the ground with its red, orange, yellows and browns.
The colours warm the soul before the grey skies
and the cold winter hide all the colours with a white blanket of snow.
The show off trees now stand bare and bleak
waiting for the spring to wake everything up again
19 October 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem